October Morning

[Tinker]

October Reflection

It should have burned off by now,
the morning fog stretches past noon.
A heavy, damp coverlet, chills the earth 
and slakes the thirst of a last green leaf
before its full emmersion into Autumn's withering fall.
The wet ground already covered with corpses
of Spring's foilage, in orange, red and gold. 
They've let go of past worries and sleep in full glory.. 
Another cycle of life passing through, and I too
shed the past and look forward to a rest
before beginning all over again.
                             ~~Judi Van Gorder  

[David W. Parsley]

Hi Tink, I like the way this one sees Autumn as a season in one of many cycles in the narrator's life, a season just beginning in the Earth's annual cycle but also beginning for the speaker.  

Thanks,
- David

[tonyv]

Judi, there's lots of good stuff in this. The evocative title "October Reflection" does double-duty in the sense that the poem is a reflection/musing while the scenery depicted seems to reflect what's around; I picture a bit of wetness gleaming on the ground beneath/under the fallen leaves. "Autumns withering fall" is especially memorable. Nice work!

Tony